The above was the response today when I showed the folks at the office this picture:
That, my four dear readers, was dinner last night. Remember that link of the dinner I was considering for Saturday night? Well, yeah. I caved. Hard.
2 pounds of ground beef.
Most of a pack of bacon.
8 oz. block of cheddar.
I was worried the picture wouldn't do full justice to the lake of grease surrounding the thing, but clearly my concerns were unjustified. The irony of the steel cut oats, Newman's Own Sweet Enough Strawberry cereal with No High Fructose Corn Syrup, and fresh nectarine pictured in the background of this salute to atherosclerosis is not lost on me.
And for the record, Dad's Cheesy Bacon Wrapped Meat Loaf packs a 589-calorie-per-serving hit.
The result from my taste-testers, though, was a nearly 180 degree turnaround from the grits. There was no gagging, slight or dramatic. There was, instead, massive plate cleaning and requests for more, both at dinner last night and for me to make this again in the future.
"Mommy can't eat this too often, boys. In fact, I can feel my arteries clogging as I sit here."
"Well then, what about once every 3-4 months?"
"We might be able to do that."
Choreboy, needless to say, was in heaven.
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